The quiet of the day..

About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden.

 The quiet of the day..

He went to her home and he looked forward to hear her speak.

She loved the posies and she loved the songs of today.

And she loved the song of yesterday

He called her my beautiful Dove and she called him, her dearest friend.

Once she wanted to know love blessing and

she wanted to dance in the rain near the sea.

She wanted to be surrounded by the beautiful song and

the safety of her garden.

She was born to war, guns and bombs were her lullabies of her youth.

She wanted to live and die with the sound of the sea near,

quiet nights and gentle voices near.

She told me, I love you Johnnie.

You don't ask questions and you bring me fresh flowers to plant.

You bring good wine for me to drink and you read your new work to me.

You understand my need of the quiet of the day, the quiet of the night.

I took her hands and I held her hands. I told her.

Let's walk to the sea and let's wait for the morning.

We can pray for calm and peace my dear beautiful Dove.

She told me. When I was 10 years old, I was surrounded by war and

I am blessed to be in Monterey today. I am glad you found me and befriended me.

With you, I feel safe and the memories of yesterday seem faraway.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Soyam]

Very beautifully crafted... those images coming frequently while reading this, your poem , is nothing less then a scene of a movie. Topic related to soldier's life, is always in my special concern and one among my favorite topic too.
Thanks for this... hope to see something more like this further.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soyam for reading and the kind words. I appreciate the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful sentiment here Coyote. A child who has known war would be scarred by it. She would long for peace and tranquility in adulthood. I can understand entirely why she would wish to be near the sea. You made her feel safe and that must have been an incredible feeling for her. A lovely write.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes dear Chris. We need friends and quiet faces. I saw the children of war. Not faces of children no-more. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JessyJacob]

Hi, dear bro, i dont know why people create relations, i know if young minds are cruel, they will damage entire planet, but if they are nake, and good they will create miracles and save the world. Please dont put ugly relations between whom she never thought about him even in her dreams, if you all try to do, then she will never sleep again.

[Coyote Poetry]

We need friends. I was a soldier. I befriended many born to war. All of us need someone who will listen to us. I was saved often by kind people and I tried to help other people. If you carry a chess board and a few good books. You can create relationships. The poem is about a brave woman. She taught me. We can overcome anything.

[JessyJacob]

Are you scared bhai, why did you delete my reviews about a true story that is running out in your roads....

[Coyote Poetry]

Your comments didn't make no sense. Is a poem about kindness and friendship.

[JessyJacob]

It does makes sense to me, people can hide for their safety, but you cant hide fire, where it cant be diminished unless it is suppressed with CO2 again the bad ugly smell which is suppressing the oxygen the life prana.